Through the window was a picture

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1. My mother was strict. We weren’t permitted to play with water, even though it was always raining. We weren’t permitted to waste toilet paper. I was wary of the consequences.

2. The second time, you asked ‘’what are you hiding under there?’’ I said ‘’a jewel’’ You didn’t laugh.

In this work by emerging artist Maria Blackwell, images of memory are removed from the wall, and kept inside a plinth. The platform that usually serves to elevate work will instead keep it hidden. Peering inside, the viewer may experience an intimate unfolding of the memories of the artist; not previously shared to the world- neither written, nor spoken.

“My favourite kind of work is a work exposed, my favourite stories are those from people’s lives, told as best as they can recollect, aware their remembering is not accurate, but shaped by their unique, private selves. Each story, drawn from memory, is a window to the person, a window to my stories, a window to my self.

This piece was influenced in part by my culture- where story telling is a necessary art form, and in part by the philosophies of Bachelard, where he reminds us that intimate sharing unlocks the door to daydreaming, to self-reflection, to self-investigation.”
– Maria Blackwell